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Forgotten

February 26, 2024
By Anonymous

There sits a bear

A stick in his hair

Decaying leaves spread across

His arm limp from a tear 

Vision a blank stare 

He used to be in someone's care

Growing full of moss

Colors fade from the sun's blare

Those who pass he gives a scare 

For a second, I think I see a glare

Instead, there is only  withered gloss

Did the kids who played with him share?

He is no longer tossed into the air

There sits a bear

Old and forgotten  



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